CHAPTER581
I nod and go back to curl up under him as he curses under his breath. Emanating so much fury I can feel the waves coming off him. I have seen him like this before and know he would never hurt me; his head is all on pounding the face of Claude. Arry has a zero to rage setting that kicks in when anyone ever lays a hand on me and I just flipped that switch.
“I don’t want to go back… I hate Paris. I hate everything about our life there and I hate the people in my school. I hate him for touching me.” It all comes out in a whoosh as though ejecting some of the pent-up shit I have been keeping in for months.
“I will fucking kill him. We are going back, Sophie. I am going to see that fucker myself. You are not running from this! You are coming with me and I am going to tear him a new one.” He growls properly this time and I glance at him timidly, knowing when he is in fight mode, he’s easily riled. He has that air of aggression that comes with his fierce protectiveness towards me. The one thing in life that can bring about scary Arry, is anyone messing with me. He cannot and will not tolerate anyone hurting me in anyway. If ever I needed something to remind me of how much he loves me then it’s this right here. The loss of cool and controlled and the spike of irrational fierce when he feels he failed to protect me. I reach out to smooth my fingers across his jaw, in a bid to calm him and scrabble my brain for words that might help.
“I sort of assaulted him. Arrick style.” I blink innocently, and his face softens a hint to a frown rather than terrifying scowl as he stares at me, blinking in genuine question.
“What?” It’s like he was elsewhere for a second.
“You know with that twist thing…” I catch Arrick’s hand and gently twist it how he showed me. Demonstrating my skill in self-defense. Bringing his focus out of the atmosphere and whatever is running through it. “Then as soon as he let me go, I kneed him in the balls and poked him in the eyes before I ran like a bat out of hell. I made him cry I think, he’s probably blind now.” I watch the expression soften even more as a hint of pride hits his face and his mouth tugs to a tiny smile. I think the fact I am saying it with a hint of humor is softening him.
“You fucked him up on your own, huh? Nice to see my little hellcat isn’t all domesticated nowadays. I hope you did permanent damage on that assholes family jewels, Sophs, because I fucking will, if you did not.” He leans in and brings his nose to mine, brushing my hair from my face again. Breathing me in as he tries to self-calm.
“I think I definitely broke something in his pants.” I giggle at the way he breaks into a grin at my words and kiss him when he leans in closer.
“Guess I taught you better than I thought I did and should have some faith in your ability to maim. I swear, Sophie, I will end him. No one gets to touch you, ever. No one gets to lay a single finger on even a strand of your hair.” Back to serious, back to protector mode and I curl myself up in his arms, bringing his head down with a hand behind his neck firmly. Kissing him seductively and relaxing into that gentle way he can push a soft chaste kiss effortlessly into something more passionate, so smoothly. Arrick slides himself around my, pulling me up so we fit together and finally breaks free when he has me breathless.
“See now, I feel like you may be ready for some love making, but not sure I can now that all I am thinking about is some slimy fuck touching you.” He rubs his nose against mine and dips for another quick kiss, rubbing away all the before and there is only the here and now, even though I’m still mad about my show. it’s easy to forget when he’s nakedly inching his way around me and his hands are skimming under the bottom edge of my towels on my inner thighs despite saying he can’t.
“Well if you can’t bring yourself to fulfil my needs and take my mind off it … Don’t you have a job to be going to?” I flutter my lashes as a slide my legs further apart to give him better access and encourage him to get over it.
“I do… But I also have a girlfriend in crazy need of distraction… And we have things to talk about.” Arrick, much to my disappointment uses his ankles to pull my own together and closes my legs. Making a clear show that sex is not on the current agenda.
“What are you doing?” I sniff away the last of my watery tears and give him a pained look.
“Hate Paris—Hate people in school? Wanker fuck that touched you… Sex is not going to come first. Talk to me. Why haven’t you told me these things?” Serious tone and those hazel eyes are a lot of green and hinting at not being in the mood to get around this.
Shit.
I know when something is pointless in resisting and he has that stubborn Carrero look about this. I know I owe him the truth about all of this and guess it’s finally time to do it.
“Fine.” I clamber to sit up and get some space while pulling my towel up around me snugly. Not looking forward to having to rehash the past year but he has a point. I used to tell him absolutely everything and yet I failed to tell him any of this. I don’t look at him, but instead focus on staring at our bathroom door.
“I haven’t exactly been straight with you about school and how things have been going.” I’m ashamed as it comes out of my mouth, realizing how stupid this was to ever keep from him. All this time I have been obsessing over distance growing between us and yet from day one in Paris I have kept secrets from him. I created the distance I keep freaking out over.
Arrick sits up too and slides off the bed, lifting his sweatpants and pulls them on before tossing me one of his t-shirts and comes back to get on the bed beside me. This is his way of saying we are not moving until we get all this out in the open and I sigh, knowing what’s about to come. He wants to talk alright… a lot, before he will even contemplate touching me. He is back to best friend and listener and I know better than to try and get out of it."
